(This is sort of a sequel to "Cock Model." Or maybe that story was a very short prequel to this very long one. Also, this story doesn't quite go in the direction you might have expected, considering where the previous story left off.)
=== One ===
During the next few weeks, Kelly pretty much shuts down to sex. She was already shy and inhibited, soon she basically stops wanting to do
anything.
When we
do
manage to have sex, it's quick, dull, and leaves us both feeling shitty.
We start having idiotic little spats about everything except sex. But it's all about sex. Eventually, we just stop fucking completely. And, of course, Kelly refuses to suck me off at all. She says she saw how much I enjoyed the blowjob from Liz, and she assumes she'd never be able to do it as well. I can tell she thinks I like Liz, and she isn't completely wrong. It's just too awkward for me to be over at Kelly and Liz's room anymore.
Frustratingly, Kelly still likes kissing and being held, so on the few the nights that she stays over, we still make out, and I still undress her. Against her objections, I strip naked, too. But she only allows me to hug her chastely and, at most, fondle and suck on her breasts (which are just large enough for a tit-fuck, but even this is too out-there for her).
And, of course, she never touches my eager hard-on, which I rub against her thigh. I take to masturbating quickly and quietly as I lie beside her after she's fallen asleep.
One night, she wakes up just as I'm coming. "Who were you thinking about just now?" she asks, looking away after briefly watching the mess of semen spurting all over my stomach. There is no right answer to that question.
So that night, a few days before finals, we decide to break up. We still really like each other, and we were good friends even before we started dating. But her sex drive is obviously no match for mine, and it's too frustrating for both of us.
We agree to stay in touch over the summer. We're both staying on campus after finals. Kelly will be here for the first three weeks until she leaves on a roadtrip with some other friends, which will drop her off in her home city for the rest of the summer. I'll be here all summer, working as a lab and research intern for a professor.
The dorms are virtually empty. In my suite, there are only two other guys besides myself: Jon, in the other single next door, and Derek, in one of the doubles across the hall. But Jon has essentially moved into his boyfriend's room across campus, so really it's just me and Derek.
Kelly's roommate, Liz, is staying all summer as well. Their suite is still almost full; only the beautiful Alexa has already left, taking a job for the summer up in the city.
For the first week or two after the break-up, I decide to avoid seeing Kelly as much as I can, just to make a clean break. My routine is pretty stable: I wake up and jerk off, then head to the library or my work-study all day, and I keep to my own suite most evenings. The weather continues to get hotter and hotter. Each night when I get back to my room, I strip down and lie naked with a fan on me and jerk off again before falling asleep.
This is the first summer I've stayed on campus, and I'm appalled at how badly the dorms are equipped to handle the typically hot summers in this region. I leave my door propped ajar with a shoe, and the window wide open, too, for better airflow.
My building is at the edge of campus, and my suite is on the ground-floor. A hillside drops away right under all the windows on my side, and a forested thicket and the blank unwindowed back wall of the laundry building face the other windows. No one can approach or see into our suite without either extreme difficulty and effort, or an extremely powerful telescope from about a mile away.
Late one evening, I wake up and head to the bathroom to pee. I don't bother putting on any clothes. In fact, a few times during the heatwave, Derek and I have hung out in the kitchen having a few beers, completely nude. The first time was a bit of a surprise, when we each didn't realize the other was around and we both came out of our rooms naked.
You can't live in such close quarters with a bunch of people for long without exposing at least a little skin now and again. It happens. It's never been much of a big deal, and now Derek and I have decided that as long as this heatwave lasts, the dress code should be extremely casual.
The two toilet stalls face the two shower stalls, and both curtains are drawn shut. Without closing the stall door, I stand at the bowl. As soon as my piss hits the water, I think I hear something behind me, maybe a sigh or an exhalation.
Over the sound of my piss, I can't be sure I even heard anything. I tilt my head to listen, and try to glance around a little. I can't really see anything, but I also can't really move much without peeing on the floor. I flush, and step out of the toilet stall. The curtain of the shower stall directly opposite may have just moved, but I can't be sure.
I decide I'm being paranoid. If Derek were there, he'd just say hello.
As I quickly wash my hands, I keep an eye and an ear trained on the shower stall, then I go back to my room. I close the door to the shoe, and peek back. The angle is such that when the bathroom door is propped wide open (as it always is), I can see one of the shower stalls and one of the sinks on the far wall.
A girl steps gingerly out of the stall. In the darkness, and at this distance, I can hardly make anything out, but she is petite with dark, very close-cropped hair. And she's obviously naked.
She crosses the bathroom and out of sight. I hear her close a stall door. I can faintly hear her peeing. Just before she flushes, I quietly step away from my door, and lie back on the bed on top of the sheets. I hear her scurry past my door and go into Derek's room.
I start getting hard as I think about the girl and her little tits, the sound of her peeing, and the very good chance that she saw me naked, and was checking out my bare ass as I was taking a leak. But I fall asleep before I can jerk off.
***
A few hours later, I wake again to the sound of... what? Hushed voices? People walking by? I get up and listen at my slightly opened door. I wait till it's quiet, and ease my door open a bit wider. I can faintly see the girl, still naked, just as she steps into the shower stall. Then I see Derek come into view, and step into the stall with her. He's naked, too. I don't hear any water running.
I start to wonder what they're doing, but of course I know what they're doing.
The thrill of almost getting caught.
I consider going into the kitchen to rummage around. I think about pulling on some boxers, but then I realize that if I do, and they see me, then I'd be signaling to Derek that I know the girl is there. Why else would I have clothes on? Play it straight.
So I take a deep breath, step out into the hall naked, and walk to the kitchen. I pull a beer from the fridge, deliberately making a bit of noise. I can hear them holding still and silent in the bathroom. I pop open the bottle, and I hear one of them exhale.
Pretending that it must be Derek alone, I say, "Hey, Derek. You want a beer?"
He clears his throat, then says, "Yeah, um... I'll be there in a sec."
He pads in. He's naked of course, and I throw a side glance at his crotch as I dip into the fridge for another beer. He has a rapidly deflating hard-on, and it's wet, like it's just been in a cunt or a mouth.
My own dick has been on the rise, and so as we stand there, we're both semi-erect to basically the same degree.
